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The city was enveloped in twilight.
A few scattered stars dotted the night sky, with a crescent moon hanging high, cool and clear.
From the roadside not far away came the sound of a car horn, which quickly receded and vanished into the silent summer night.
The dense night seeped through the courtyard, and dim lights flickered on, like lighthouses on a dark sea.
At this hour, every household was at rest. On the silent corridor, only a few people remained in confrontation.
Cen Dongsheng's probing gaze contained complex emotions that were hard to decipher, yet he didn't speak but waited for the other to speak first.
"You go first."
An Zhizhen said.
"Yes."
Kong Yulin nodded respectfully, turned, and left.
Cen Dongsheng noticed her demeanor, which was a stark contrast to her previous apathy; it didn't quite describe her as a subordinate of Sister Zhi Zhen, more like a servant and master relationship.